Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.